Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Cymande,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.